Albert King - Roadhouse Blues Lyrics

Two, three
(Lord!)
The moon is risin', an' it done got lonesome here
I said, the moon is risin', baby, an' it done got lonesome, here
Although you're a long ways from me
But baby, I wish you were near

If I ever get lucky yeah, an' win my train fare home
Well, if I ever get lucky buddy, an' win my train fare home
Oh, the moment that I do, darlin'
You can say your man is comin' home, yeah

It's so hard, tryin' to make it all by yourself, yeah
I say, it's so hard, yeah yeah, tryin' to make it all by yourself, yeah
Oh an' the woman that you're really lovin'
She done gone off with someone else, um
There's no use ta cryin', oh
'Cause your cryin' won't help you none, woo
Hey, I said it's no use ta cryin', buddy
Because your cryin' won't help you none